Cockblocks and Controllers

Angry

The only reason it's short is because the next update will be very soon, very long, and very *insert secret word here*. So. Hint hint

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Louis was beyond pissed. He sat on the stone steps of Harry's apartment, shivering his arse off.

Finally, Zayn's beat-up Nissan pulled into the lot. Louis stood up and got in the vehicle as soon as it came to a stop in front of him.

"Hey, mate. Harry's gone again?"

"He's been gone ever day this week with the excuses of 'being at Liam's', or 'needing some sugar', or some bull shit."

"You don't believe him?"

Louis sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. He didn't want to tell Zayn about him catching Harry in a lie just four days ago.

Zayn would be pissed and he would probably attempt to track the lad down. Louis wanted to trust Harry but it was getting difficult.

"Today's Valentine's Day. He hasn't given you anything?" Zayn asked instead, sensing a touchy subject.

"No. I'm glad the recreational center is closed on valentine's day because I just want to go out and drink a beer."

"It's only five, Louis, are you sure-"

"I'm positive. He'd've called if he had plans."

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Meanwhile, Harry was six blocks away, standing in front of the counter, finishing up his present.

"It's so cute!" Lana cooed, adjusting a bow on the corner of the basket.

"So is Louis. He deserves it."

"Alright. Did you double check on the reservations?"

"Triple checked," Harry retorted proudly.

"Good boy. Did you make sure it won't be too cold?"

"Low is 10 degrees so I changed the plans around. But it'll still work."

"Hm... Okay. And did you tell Zayn to be at the studio?"

Harry mentally cursed. "No! No, shit, I totally screwed up, Lana."

"It's alright. I'll call him now, okay? You need to go. You have an hour before your dinner date," Lana chided, pushing Harry out the door.

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Where was he?

Tears of frustration leaked from Harry's green eyes as he stood in the living room, dialing Louis's number for the tenth time.

"Hi, you've reached Queen Louis. Onviously, I'm too busy for the likes of you, so, please, don't leave a message unless you're positive I'll care."

There was a pause before- "And we all know that's not a likely chance. Bye!"

Irritated, Harry called Lana.

"Hello? Harry? Where are you? I can't find your car in the lot."

"I know, Lana, but I'm trying to call Louis and he's not home and he's not answering!"

"Why didn't you call me as soon as you found out?"

"I'm a little frustrated here!" Harry growled, rubbing his temples.

Was Louis ignoring him on purpose?

Harry's phone started to ring on the other line. He straight up hung up on Lana before answering on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Harry? It's Liam. I'm at this club and I'm trying to figure out why I see Louis here. I thought you were taking him out? Did you break up because he's kind of all over another guy..." Liam trailed off.

All Harry saw was red as he hung up.

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Louis was laughing with a stranger, eyes focused on the cute guy's lips as he spoke. It was rather quick and a little high-pitched like his own, but the guy was funny.

Louis sipped on his water- he'd decided not to drink alcohol- and also choked on it when the other guy- Jamie- told a funny joke.

"Would you like to dance?" Jamie finally asked excitedly, a little tipsy.

Louis didn't want to dance with anyone right now. He was perfectly happy just drinking water and talking to the adorable boy, but it was valentine's day and he was without his boyfriend. So, Louis took the boy's hand.

Usually, Louis liked to be the submissive one, but Jamie was grinding on Louis before the smaller lad could protest. Louis found it uncomfortable. Not only was Jamie two inches taller, but Louis was so used to being pressed against his tall, lanky, familiar boyfriend.

Suddenly, a vice-like grip was around Louis's arm and he was met with angry green eyes.

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Hm.

QOTC:

Is Louis overreacting, yet again? Or is it logical bc Harry's been so sneaky lately?

What's hazza gonna dooo? (;

PQOTC:

How old are you?

MA:

Sixteen bitcheees

(Yes I'm a sixteen your old girl who knows more about gay sex than should be legal. Sma)